The sudden spitting of blood ca without any warning, extrely unexpectedly, as if he just felt a bit of chest tightness, and suddenly it was there.
However, Fang Yi, who understood the human body thoroughly, still knew at this mont what was going on—it was the aftermath of him operating the Inverse Demon Seven Turns.
Since the Martial Arts Conference, Fang Yi rarely used the Inverse Demon Seven Turns, because it is a "Demon Technique."
Yes, it’s just like those demon techniques in ancient costu dramas; each use cos with aftereffects, and with prolonged use, it eventually traps oneself into a state of eternal doom.
The Inverse Demon Seven Turns operates the martial artist’s True Qi inversely, and Fang Yi was running the Inverse Demon Seven Turns without knowing his body’s condition.
One might say Fang Yi was courting death!
But Fang Yi had no choice but to do so.
The sudden physical condition rendered Fang Yi unable to circulate his True Qi, causing extre suffering, leaving him with no other choice.
Moreover, before this, Fang Yi first used cow hair needles to pierce two acupoints on either side of his neck to suppress the physical pain.
Once the efficacy faded with the aftereffects, that indescribable pain surged in, leaving Fang Yi wishing to smash into walls to end it.
Fang Yi didn’t know what was happening with him; even in the past, bullets on the battlefield or cuts from swords and knives had never brought such profound pain.
For the first ti,
Fang Yi felt this extre, indescribable pain; even his willpower, which exceeded that of ordinary people, was starting to falter and crumble under it.
It’s too painful!
Trembling, Fang Yi reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself; during this process, his lighter fell several tis, taking several minutes to complete what usually took seconds.
A task that usually took just a few seconds was magnified dozens of tis in difficulty right now.
After deeply inhaling several puffs of smoke, Fang Yi wanted to alleviate so pain, but it was futile!
At this mont, Fang Yi saw Lin ngyan in the passenger seat; trembling, he started the vehicle, letting the Land Rover slowly drive away from the place and head towards Moon City.
In fact, Moon City wasn’t very far, only dozens of miles away.
But during the whole process, Fang Yi nearly fainted several tis, and each ti he was on the verge of passing out, he would fiercely slap his head; finally, Fang Yi bit his tongue, which barely kept him awake.
It’s like a person fiercely drowsy forcing oneself awake; though temporarily awake, the lingering drowsiness still grips fiercely, wanting to drag one back into sleep.
At this mont, Fang Yi was in such a state; his eyelids were unbearably heavy, almost closing, yet each ti they did, Fang Yi forcibly pried them open.
Only by doing so could he avoid sleeping, only by doing so could he send Lin ngyan to the hospital, feeling a pang of guilt towards Lin ngyan.
After all, Lin ngyan got into trouble because of him, even if it was just temporary unconsciousness, ultimately caused by him; he didn’t wish to owe Lin ngyan anything, so he wanted to safely take Lin ngyan back!
Only then could Fang Yi be at ease.
Finally arriving in Moon City, Fang Yi’s eyes were squinted, forming a narrow slit; the driving Land Rover swerved left and right but managed to arrive safely in front of a hospital eventually.
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